BUBBLES

One of my favorite fantasies that I came up with while i was on my way through Arkansas came from what I observed: that people in America are especially addicted to their HOUSES and their JOBS and their CARS. Therefore, I have a theory which states that all men are really just going through a series of BUBBLES: they spend just a little less than 2/3 of their time in their 1st BUBBLE, in the morning hop into their 2nd BUBBLE (after they have walked for a minute out to their car). Then they ride this BUBBLE to their 3rd BUBBLE, stepping out of their car and walking out of doors to their work building, do their work in the 3rd BUBBLE for 8 hours, walk back to their car (passing through the out of doors for a minute), and ride in this BUBBLE all the way back HOME (which was of course the 1st BUBBLE), walk to their front door, through the out of doors, enter their 1st BUBBLE, only to say hi to their families, eat their dinners, and go to sleep, and REPEAT THE WHOLE PROCESS again, tomorrow.

People are isolated from each other. We are all really one great big human family. Houses are illusions. Walls might as well just be invisible; we are all like really kind of just out here, on the land, living- living under the same moon, sun, & stars, sharing the same air, trees, resources, water, earth, and each other. We are too isolated from one another.

We need more time spent out of doors, more traveling!

We alienate each other, ostracize the other. We forget that we are all one big human family. We hold each other off with a ten-foot-pole, protecting ourselves and our families and our houses with guns and keeping fear in our hearts toward the others, who surround us on all sides, on whom we are actually dependent, with whom we are connected in ways that no one can ever fully comprehend, and who are actually inseparable from us.

We have too much of an 'enemy' mindset. Instead, we need to surrender, soften, acquiesce, yield: surrender to the fact that we all really need each other, that we are all more alike to others than we had originally assumed, that we're all in the same boat, living out the same dream, that no one is a total criminal, just as no one is a god! Balance, balance. Nothing is perfect, and yet we're all striving for perfection. It takes time. We'll get there.  

Nothing is inconsequential, everything has an effect, everything matters. Everything is leading into a better or a not so-better future. We have to TRY, or there is no hope.

Remember, nothing is too hard or too easy; it's all just MEDIUM. 

Everything is MEDIUM.